The café seemed so cold, unusually chilly compared to the sweltering heat outside. But everywhere she went now, she was cold. No matter the temperature, her body could feel the void, the lack of body heat that usually stayed beside her. The man returned to the table and gave her the cappuccino. "Come my child, it's time to say goodbye." She stood, slender in her black garments, and looked wistfully behind her at the table where they always sat. It was a muggle café, where nobody knew that an Auror and Death Eater were never meant to talk over cappuccinos.